Midnight With Nureyev

Midnight With Nureyev

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Ice cubes in the glass of water on the bedside unit crack the midnight hour. Sleep is for the content, and so the balcony beckons. Resting onto the safety rails, I spy the horizon. Approaching—his whistling announcing his arrival—is a stray who passes beneath every set of tangerine street lights. He’s young and drunk—or drunk on youth—it doesn’t matter, but I remember that tune.

He walks and sways with a swagger which only the full of heart can muster. The street his stage, is blessed with toe-tapping shuffles and pirouettes, as this modern day Romeo performs his ballet...owning the road, stealing the night: he has talent, that’s for certain. From one thief to another, I give nodding applause as he dances away...away into the night, and into another year.


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